That Nameless Summer Chapter 57

The boss will also cook it himself

Song Li was awakened by the sunshine. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ling Qingye leaning on the bedside and reading a tablet, his fingertips lightly swiping the screen to process messages. The morning light fell on the side of his face, and his eyelashes cast a shallow shadow.He turned over and crawled into someone’s arms, rubbing his head against Ling Qingye’s chest, and said in a sticky voice: “What time is it, can you still afford it?”

“It’s almost eight o’clock.” Ling Qingye put away the tablet, stretched out his hand to rub his hair, and rubbed the top of his hair with his fingertips, “I arrived at the company at nine o’clock. I cooked porridge for breakfast and warmed it in the pot.”

Song Li hummed, hooked her hands around his waist and refused to let go, her nose rubbing against the cedar smell of his collar: “You’ve only been with me for a day, and you have to be busy again.”

“I’ll be back early in the evening. I’ll make sweet and sour pork ribs for you.” Ling Qingye lowered his head and pecked his lips, pinched the back of his neck, “Get up and eat something. I’ll go wash up first.”

Song Lilai got up slowly after changing into a suit at Ling Qingye. The lean meat porridge on the table was still slightly hot, and it was accompanied by pickles, which was the usual taste.He picked up the bowl of porridge and saw Ling Qingye standing in front of the black tie, his fingers twirling the black tie knot, his movements were neat, and his shoulder line was straightened by the suit. He couldn’t help but clicked his tongue: “You are wearing such a formal dress to go to a meeting?”

“I have a video meeting in the afternoon. I’ll be back after finishing it later.” Ling Qingye came over and wiped the porridge stains from the corner of his mouth. “Don’t always eat snacks at home. There is fruit in the refrigerator, remember to eat it.”

“I got it, boss.” Song Li raised his eyebrows and joked, but Ling Qingye pinched his face. He watched the person change his shoes and go out. The entrance door was closed and the room fell silent for an instant.

He finished his breakfast slowly, put away the dishes, and went back to the sofa to scroll through his phone. He came across a photo of Xu Jiang and Youfa at the amusement park. The two of them were smiling dazzlingly while holding up marshmallows. The caption read “A day of being fed.”I liked it casually, and as soon as I finished commenting on “childish”, Xu Jiangyou’s message popped up: [Are you envious?Bring the person from your family back later.]

Song Li frowned and replied: “Who is envious?”With his fingertips, he unconsciously clicked on the group purchase page of the amusement park, swiped it twice and then closed it – Ling Qingye had to find time to work even on weekends, so he had no time to go to such a noisy place.

He threw away his cell phone, got up and went to the training room to practice his hands for a while. The keyboard clicked and he felt like something was missing without Ling Qingye nagging beside him.

I practiced until noon and cooked some quick-frozen dumplings. Just after I finished eating, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Ling Qingye. Attached was a photo of the office, with a cup of coffee in hand, and the text: After this time, I will make up for you on the weekend. I can go wherever I want.

Song Li stared at the screen for two seconds and replied “I know, don’t forget to eat when you are busy”. After tapping with his fingertips, the corners of his mouth curled up a little unconsciously. Feeling that he was worthless again, he turned over and went back to the sofa to watch the show.

The afternoon sun slanted down in the living room. Song Li fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up, he heard the sound of the door lock turning. When he looked up, he saw Ling Qingye pushing the door open and coming in. His suit jacket was on his arms and his shirt cuffs were rolled up to his forearms, revealing the watch on his wrist. There was a hint of tiredness in his brows, but he rolled his eyes when he saw him: “Are you awake?”

“Why are you back so early?” Song Li leaned over, reached out to take his coat, and felt the faint smell of coffee on his nose, “Is the meeting over?”

“I finished it early. I was thinking about making ribs for you.” Ling Qingye rubbed his hair and leaned over to change his shoes. “I marinated the ribs in the refrigerator this morning. Just stew them directly.”

Song Li followed him into the kitchen and watched Ling Qingye put on an apron, take out the marinated ribs from the refrigerator, blanch them, stir-fry them until brown, add seasonings and stew them, his movements were skillful, and he looked completely different from the one in a suit.

He leaned against the door frame and looked at him, then reached out and poked his back: “The boss will also cook in person. Will the employees’ jaws drop when they find out?”

“Just for you.” Ling Qingye turned around and pinched his face, “It takes time to stew the ribs. Go to the living room and wait. I’ll call you when I’m done.”

The pork ribs soup was simmering, and the sweet aroma filled the room. Ling Qingye wiped his hands and came out. He took Song Li into his arms and rubbed them. His chin rested on the top of his hair: “I saw your reply this afternoon. Are you afraid that I haven’t eaten?”

“Who is afraid? I just think you have a stomachache due to hunger and want me to take care of you.” Song Li said harshly and shrank into his arms, smelling his scent and feeling at ease.

At dinner, sweet and sour pork ribs were put on the table, sour and sweet. Song Li cooked two bowls of rice. Ling Qingye sat across from him and kept adding meat to his bowl. He didn’t eat much, he just looked at him and smiled.

After finishing the dishes and cleaning up, the two of them sat on the sofa and watched a movie. Ling Qingye dealt with the remaining scattered work news. Song Li leaned next to him, wrapped her fingers around his, and suddenly said: “Forget it about the amusement park. There are too many people. Just find a quiet place to stay on the weekend.”

Ling Qingye looked down at him and brushed his fingertips against his palm: “You can go if you want. I’ve put off the weekend.”

“No need.” Song Li shook his head, raised his head and looked into his gentle eyes, “You are busy with your business, I am not a child, I have to go to those places.”

Ling Qingye smiled, lowered her head, kissed his forehead, and rubbed him tighter: “Okay, I’ll listen to you. But promise me, if you want anything next time, tell me directly and don’t hold it back.”

Song Li hummed, and the light of the movie reflected on their overlapping hands. The night outside the window was getting darker, the sparerib soup in the kitchen was still warm, and the warm light in the room enveloped each other’s breathing. It was quiet, but more solid than anything else.